So last weekend, after talking and planning about a visit to Copenhagen, Denmark, Jen, Sara, Kristen and myself finally paid a visit to our neighboring country! We had heard that some other UC girls had spent the whole night in Copenhagen and then took the first train back in the morning at around 5 a.m., so we thought, hell..we can do it too! After missing the first train we were trying to catch to Copenhagen, we made it on the next one and huzzah, a mere 45 minutes later we were there! In Sweden, you're only able to buy alcohol in the Systembolaget, an alcohol store that is owned and operated by the country, with a heavy tax on all alcohol and in smaller quantities. Imagine our happiness when we walked into the first 7/11 we saw only to find mass amounts of ciders and beers in the refrigerators. We each bought a cider and confirmed with the young looking cashier that we were able to drink in public (although I was really skeptical about his level of validity; pretty much I thought he was trying to set up some stupid Kalifornien girls to get arrested in a foreign country).
Let's make a very long story short: we heard about this college-y area in Copenhagen, and about the bus we had to take to get there..we took the bus and ended up outside of the center in a very sketchy area. In the end we were pretty much right back where we had started and made our way back to the center of the city and looking for bars/clubs/food. We collectively decided that since we never eat out at a nice restaurant (besides the occasional 2 a.m. falafel in fluorescent lighting) that we deserved a meal at a nice restaurant. And Italian food it was! I'm pretty sure that the Italian waiter wanted to kick us all out when I bothered him for bread repeatedly, Sara wanted her meal vegan, and Kristen and Jen wanted to split a dish. The food was nice, although I was still hungry after..but we got to sit around and have good conversation for some time before migrating back out into the cold and onto the remainder of our evening.
We ended up at a bar which was exactly when I was reminded that when one goes to a nation in Lund, there's a very specific age range of youth that are there. Talk about a rude awakening when we walk into this pub/bar that was underground to find that, yes, there were people our age there, but there also were men, I kid you not, old enough to be my dad there. When I was at the bar ordering drinks, this guy started talking to me..way upwards of 40 and I couldn't help but think to myself, "Dude, how old do you think I am?" Ahh, gag. Anyways, I spent a ghastly $8 on a yummy pina colada and the four of us exchanged some major girltalk for some time before we decided that we were all tired and couldn't bear to stay out until 5 or 6 a.m., when we couldn't even find a reliable club and weren't really feeling in the club mood we decided it was best to head back to little old Lund. On our way home we found some fake snow that we frolicked around in, that was quite lovely! Copenhagen is so incredibly different from Lund, big urban city versus a tiny itty bitty town..and as much as I enjoyed a night out on the town as I guess one could call it, it made me love and appreciate Lund even more.
à toute à l'heure!
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